[ John exhales a hitching hah at the clarification, and sets his jaw in grim resolution. He slides his palm up the curve of D's side, fingertips grazing his spine. Just like with the others, he slides his fingers in under skin and muscle and teases the flower out: it comes away wet and glittering in his hand, then crumbles like the rest. Finally, John withdraws. ]
Not to be greedy, but I've got it.
[ He ought to get it soon, because they're seriously fighting him. John just furrows his brow in mingled frustration and discomfort, but he waits, hands hovering over D's skin between the open lapels of his shirt. ]
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Not to be greedy, but I've got it.
[ He ought to get it soon, because they're seriously fighting him. John just furrows his brow in mingled frustration and discomfort, but he waits, hands hovering over D's skin between the open lapels of his shirt. ]
Any others?